It's not love, right?

dont look at me that way.

As Igor Walks Home, he strolled across the beach, kicking the sand along the way. He liked the sunset, and how it stared back at him. It was like the sun knew his every emotion, his every thought, but it didn't judge. Instead, it just...smiled back at him, like it was proud. Suddenly, he tripped over a rock, causing him to lose his balance and drop to his knees, wincing from his scraped knees. Abruptly, a handful of sand flew at him, messing up his fluffy hair. Igor looked up as he scurried to his feet. Freddie...of course.

"Woops, sorry." Freddie chuckled to himself, trying to hide his vast smile. He covered his face like a cat as he walked away , as he really couldn't be bothered with Igor. To his surprise, he stumbled forward as a ball of sand soared through the air and hit the back of his head. He swung around, staring at him. He was infuriated, " can't take a joke? What are you, a chi-" Igor cut him off, looking deep into his soul, "don't look at me that way."

Freddie paused. What? What was he talking about? His mind jumbled with thoughts like they always did, clenching his fists. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head, almost like he was trying to figure out what was going on in his mind by looking in there. His heart dropped. Hastily, he shook out of it. Wiping his hands and putting them in his well-fitted blazer. He didn't care for Igor. He didn't want to.
"Don't look at you like what?" He uttered, still keeping the irritated tone in his voice as he wiped the falling sand off his hair.
"If you want to talk to me, talk to me. Don't stare at me like I'm shit on a stick."  Igor stated. Freddie wondered...he always kept that same look in his eyes. A genuine but warm look. He always meant his feelings, feeling that set of a spark in his chest. Not that it mattered anyway...
"Maybe that's Becuase I don't want to talk to you." Unexpectedly, he started stuttering, "I- I just- uh- er-...I'm leaving! Okay!?" He shook his head, making the rest of the sand fall to the ground. He turned back out of rage and ran home, watching Igors shadow stretch as the sun set. Surprisingly, he felt something in his pocket, as he took it out, it nearly slipped out of his hand as he read the words... it was his phone number..? It was written with a black pen that had almost ran out: ' I didn't believe you when you said you was sorry. If you want to try again, here.' Freddie stumbled back as a light blush appeared on his face from embarrassment. Try again? Who does Igor think he is? He caught his breath as he put the pieces together. Was the letter...in the ball of sand?

He looked back, expecting to see igor. But no one was there... just him and the sun. Unlike igor, He hated how the sun looked at him. Like it hated him for his true feelings. Like underneath the suns friendly mask was insecurity and hatred. He hated how it reminded him of himself...

"Don't look at me that way."